Saturday, we went to the Home and Garden Show and it was great. The only bad part was Keith started feeling very bad. He ended up sitting out most of the show while Christopher, Mom amd I wandered around looking at all the displays. When we got home he still wasn't feeling much better so he went to bed. We were getting ready for church when he got very dizzy and had an upset stomach. I took Christopher over to the church since they were playing at service and then came home and took Keith to the hospital. We ended up there all day. They ran all kinds of tests and finally decided that he had vertigo, stomach virus and was a little dehydrated. They gave him some medicine for the vertigo and some fluids. He seemed to feel better after that. This morning we went over to the doctor's for his first B12 shot and Carrie taught me how to give it to him. In fact, I gave him the shot and he said I did a good job and he didn't even feel it. He has to have 1 shot everyday for the rest of the week, then I will give him the shot once a month. So now, I have added 2 more medicine bottles to his side of the bathroom.
It really gave me a scare, but I am glad it wasn't anything more serious and was taken care of it quickly. This kind of thing always brings home that cancer is nothing to mess around and that it can raise it's ugly head anytime. I fought tears all weekend when I realized that I am really gonna lose him to this awful disease.
Mom offered to get me a haircut today ( I needed one badly) and that cheered me up a little. Sorry this is such a downer, but I am not really feeling very happy at the moment. It seems that when things are going pretty good and you can forget for a moment or 2 that cancer lives in this house, then it comes and slaps you right in the face. You just want to forget sometimes and you never can. I find myself listening to him sleeping just to make sure he is breathing. I know it sounds stupid and I also know it is stupid to feel this way, but I can't help it. So now, I know how to give shots and I didn't really want to know how, but I guess I have to. At least as I said, Keith said I did it pretty good and it didn't hurt.
Well, I think I will get a bath and call it an early night.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Weekend Scare
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Gosh Suzan, it is a miracle this disease hasn't driven us wives off the deep end already! I don't at all think your feelings are stupid...they are my life right now, constantly checking to see if Brian is breathing...I panic if I call home and he doesn't answer, being afraid that there is a bad reason for it...coming in the house to him sleeping, and worrying he's not actually sleeping. This disease has driven me to points of irrationality, to the brink of insanity, and has ripped my heart out over and over again, if that is possible. It is so unfair. I don't wish this disease on anyone, but it is so heartbreaking that we love our husbands so much, and our futures are threatened. I always feel like crud when Brian isn't feeling good because I always fear the worst, that this will be the start of the end. Oh, I'm rambling; but know that I pray for you and Keith and your family daily, and that this disease will spare you from misery. Keep loving every moment.
Jenni
Sorry to hear about the scare. I cannot imagine how this feels, nor can I pretend to know. I do pray for you all daily. (((hugs)))
Marie
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